Here is what I know about love: it’s uncontrollable and unavoidable. I cannot control when I fall in love, or when I fall out of it. I can, however, control how I continue to wake up every day believing that I’m deserving of love.

We’re all young, not ready to be tied down and the unicorn in this myth is that everyone will find someone else at closing time because we don’t have to go home but we can’t stay here. You get it, I get it, everyone on my Twitter feed gets it; we’re all sick of being alone.